What if?

Hey hey everyone!

So..today I had to go get some stuff done around town..and while I was walking back home I was thinking of everything that’s been going on…all the preparations that I need to go through in order to move to another country..what clothes to take..how it’s going to work out there…and I just started thinking…

What if it doesn’t work out?

What if I can’t make it over there?

What if I’m over there all alone and get robbed and have nowhere to go?

What it I can’t find a place to live?

What if I can’t find a job?

What if I get abducted? (note to self, stop watching so much Criminal Mind and CSI..it’s getting to you!)

What if no one likes me?

What if I can’t make friends?

What if my Parents get sick?

What if there’s a blackout and I can’t turn the lights back on?

What if I need to assemble something and my Dad’s not there?

What if my Dad decides to chop off half his finger again? (yes, it’s happened before…twice..)

What if? What if? What if?

The truth is…it’s hard to move to another country!!! I did it once..but when I moved to Vienna in 2009 it was only for a year..I knew when I was gonna be back home. This time I’ll have to make my own home..I don’t know when I’ll be back a my parents place..and that makes it that much scarier!

I know a couple of people there..but none I can actually say I can count on, because I hardly know them…so I’m basically on my own.. That’s kinda why I’m set on taking Cookie with me..because at least I won’t be so alone.

This is probably the hardest think I’ve ever done in my life. And I can just say..I hope it works out…because I don’t have any plan B!!

Hi, I’m Rosie

I'm a new mom trying to get the hang of this motherhood thing.

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